Wow, it has been a VERY long time since I have "blogged". Maybe I'm kidding myself thinking that anyone reads this anyways. So, if you read this, next time you see me, give me an elbow in the side and whisper in my ear "creamed corn". That way I'll know you're a faithful reader!!

So, the summer has come and gone. It was rough. I learned SO much about love though. On July 13, 2006, one of my very best friends passed away. He was also my grandfather, or as I would call him, Paw Paw. Right now, I feel bad for you (the person reading this) for not having met him. He was, as Mark Beason said, "the life of everyday life". I was working at the Y that day, when I went to go on my lunch break. I noticed I had 7 missed calls from my Dad. As I was looking at my phone, he called again. He answered in tears, telling me to pray for Paw Paw. I told him I was on my way. As I sprinted to my car, tears began to stream down my face. Less than 12 hours earlier I had gone through the quintessential relational flop. That's neither here nor there, only to say that my heart was already somewhat heavy. I drove at a ridiculous speed towards New Orleans with tears flowing as I asked God where He was through clenched teeth. Around LaPlace I recieved a call from my Dad saying that Paw Paw had passed away. I got to the hospital, and my family was there in tears. Maw Maw came up to me, gave me a huge embrace, and told me that they were waiting on me to go see him. To see him, lifeless, shook me to the core. I cryed for hours. Hours. I don't know if you (reader) have ever cryed for hours, but it's just not a good place to be. To see my Dad cry the way he did, didn't help. It was the worst day of my entire life.

Fastforward to the night before the funeral. I was sleeping until about 3. When I woke up, and absolutely could not go to sleep. If ever God has spoken to me, it was this night. He wanted me to speak at the funeral. So I did. I think it went pretty well. It was horrificly hard to get through, but I did it.

I miss him so much. Every now and then, for a split second, I think I see him. It's a great split-second.

I guess I typed this one up as an update from how my summer went. It was real rough. I made alot of friends though! And at times, I found out how many true friends I had. And the true ones far outweighed the....false....ones. I am truly blessed. God showed up. Who I am now typing this is a result of going through everything I went through this summer, and He deserves all praise. His thoughts are so higher than mine! None is like our God!